When George Foreman challenged Michael Moorer for the heavyweight championship of the world in Las Vegas in November1994, I airily boycotted what I anticipated would be the shameful spectacle of an old man being beaten up for public pleasure.
On Saturday, when Bernard Hopkins attempts to one-up Foreman’s shocking knockout win and replace Big George as the oldest man to win a major belt, I will be ringside.
There are justifications for these contrasting stances.
For one thing, in 1994, I was a boxing fan; now, I am a boxing writer.
For another, 46 doesn’t seem as old to me now as it did when I was 26.